Marisol Ryan is at it again. The gal just can't seem to keep sex off her brain. This five-foot-eleven, blonde-haired, green-eyed, alabaster-skinned Irishwoman is a sexual dynamo. Currently, she's lying in bed, fingering herself while watching her boyfriend Hector Brown as he slept in their bed. He had come late, and she hadn't known where he was. She'd been worried sick. Now, there he was. The man she loved. As usual, no explanations. As part of their agreement, he'd been having discrete encounters with gay men every now and then. Marisol sighed. The things one does for love.
In case you're wondering what the hell is going on, there is a simple explanation. Marisol, a Nursing student at Quincy College of Massachusetts was dating this tall, good-looking young black man named Hector. He was a real stud. Hector attended U-Mass Amherst and was there on a football scholarship. Everything was cool between them. They loved each other. Then, Hector dropped a bomb on Marisol. He told her that he was bisexual. He felt attracted to both men and women. It was part of who he was and he couldn't help it. Marisol's jaw was flapping in the breeze. She did not see that one coming. Hector was queer? Her Hector? No way!
At first, she thought that he was joking. Yet one look in his eyes convinced her that he wasn't. The man she loved was bisexual. Damn. Marisol and Hector went through many trials and tribulations over his sexual orientation. It killed Marisol inside to know that the man she loved had desires which she could not fulfill. Also, it bothered her that it had taken him so long to tell her. Didn't he trust her? Oh, well. She realized that after all this, she still loved him. So, she tried to understand him. He was the same young man she fell in love with. She didn't want to lose him.
Marisol tried the best she could to understand her man and make the relationship work. There weren't that many men in college anymore and the good ones were slim pickings. The gal didn't want to be alone. Hector was a good man. She didn't want to lose him. For a time, she thought everything was okay. Their lovemaking was still fiercely passionate. Marisol recalled a particularly naughty session during which they used up all the lubes they could get their hands on. Hector had come to visit her the day after his football team lost to their rivals. He was crestfallen. Oh, well, this nurse knew how to cheer up a stud! Marisol wore some sexy lingerie which caused Hector to gasp when she opened the door. She pulled him inside and kissed him. Taking him in hand, she led him to the bedroom. The rest as they say is history.
Marisol Ryan stood before her boyfriend Hector. He looked at her, mesmerized by the sight of her. Marisol smiled. Even though he was bisexual, he was still awed by the sight of a beautiful woman naked. She went to him. He put his arms around her and kissed her. Marisol was surprised by his passion. Indeed, it had been some time. She whispered something into his ear. Yeah, tonight would not be like the previous nights. She wanted to try something else and she had brought the tools necessary for it.
A little while later, Marisol and Hector were gasping in pleasure. He had his arms around her, and she writhed on their bed. He was thrusting into her, his cock lodged within her ass. Marisol pushed back against him, driving him deeper into her. Never before had she seen him so passionate. He held her by the hips, his handsome face contorted into a mask of primal passion as he took her like he had never taken her before. Marisol screamed passionately as her lover took her to nirvana. She had never let a man into her back door before. This was something that she would only do for someone she loved, and that man was Hector. He gripped her tighter, saying some cuss words as he fucked her. Marisol pushed back against him, feeling his hard cock in her ass and craving more. Finally, he came, filling her with his seed.